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“That's because I'm not scared of you,” I say. “Not physically anyway.”
And damn, that's the truth because if anyone has the ability to hurt me...I'm realizing it might just be him now.
Before my mouth can catch up with my brain I utter, “I like when you touch me.” His eyes blaze and I continue, “I like that you're not afraid to touch me after I showed you the ugly and dirty parts of me.”
I close my eyes. “I don't feel his disgusting hands on my body when you touch me.” I look up at him. “All I feel is you, Ricardo.”
His hands frame my face. I can feel his heart racing like a freight train. “I don't see those dirty and ugly parts of you, Lou-Lou. I see the beautiful parts because as far as I'm concerned, that's all that exists.”
He sighs. “And if things were different. If you weren't with...” his voice trails off and my own heart plummets because I know what he means.
If only DeLuca wasn't the common denominator between us, the tie that binds us together.
Who knows what we could be.
He clears his throat. “Are you sleeping over tonight?”
“Do you not want me to?”
The corners of his lips twitch. “That all depends. Am I going to wake up to the Antichrist again?”
I playfully smack his chest and he links our fingers together and bites his lip. Those damn butterflies swoon like no one's business.
My life is so simple and easy here in this moment. Everything feels just like it's supposed to.
He makes me feel both lighter and heavier at the same time.
“You want to hear another truth that no one else knows?”
He stands up and I wrap my legs around his waist. “You know I do,” he says.
He walks into the bedroom and I crawl to my side of the bed. “The truth is that I don't like Scarlet.”
He turns off the light and pulls me into his arms. “I know, you already told me that, remember?”
“Yeah,” I say. “But you don't know the real reason I don't like her.”
“Why don't you like her?”
“Because she has something I can never have.”
I'm starting to drift off when I hear him whisper, “I know the feeling.”
I don't have bad dreams that night.
I dream of nothing but fairy tales and white-knights.
Just like I used to before the nightmares began.
But I can't say the same for Ricardo.